venemous tongue,
eyes that can turn to stone.
All skin. All bone.
Did you look in the mirror darling?
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- SPACE ODDITY.
- ANARCHY.
- PRAY.
- SILICONE BABY.
- OPERATE.
- BROWN PAPER BAG.
- LUNARCY.
- POTATOES.
- NO ENTRY.
- EDIBILITATING.
- DING DONG.
- HEROIN CHIC.
- XMAS WISH LIST.
- ECONOMICS.
- MEDUSA.
- THE WILLOW WOMAN.
- STING.
- I AM AN ANT.
- PLANE OLD FASHIONED BOARDOM.
- SLEEVE.
- ASEXUAL UNSEXUAL.
- THE TALE OF DER VYER.
- THE ONION CURSE.
- GILBERT
- MISCARRIAGE
- QUESTION.
- HOOKED.
- TRUTH = BEAUTY = LOVE.
- ODE TO MY SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD FUCKED UP SELF.
- UP, UP AND AWAY.
- MARKET GOODS.
- ALCOHOL.
- WEIRD ODD LITTLE BOY.
- MORPHINE.
- SPOON FED.
- WASTED KISS.
- THE WOMAN WHO BLED.
- ICONIC HAUNTS.
- REALISTIC FATE.
- THE TALE OF ERN, THE BOY WHO COULD BURN.
- COUNT FUCKULA.
- WORD PLAGUE.
- LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.
- PARIS REFUSED.
- SAXAMAPHONE TEETH.
- REAP.
- FRANK.
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